Chen Yi had no choice but to follow Aunt Liu out, not far away, just in a street outside the community.

"After a while, you will go to that cafe. Don't worry about the coffee money. Aunt Liu has paid for you. Have a good chat with the girls. Don't be so angry. You are not young anymore, and you will start a family and start a career in the future."

"Yes, Aunt Liu, I understand, I know, I just want to make you feel embarrassed." Chen Yi said embarrassedly.

"What's this little money? As long as you can succeed, everything is not a matter. Your parents left early. Oh, poor child, go and communicate with others well. By the way, this is a photo of the girl. If she hasn't come yet, just wait." Aunt Liu gave the photo to Chen Yi and left, but obviously after he walked into the coffee, he appeared.

Chen Yi was very keen and naturally knew Aunt Liu’s love. He also understood their painstaking efforts, so he could only grit his teeth and search.

After looking at it, I couldn't help but feel relieved. Before I came, I chose a seat to sit down. The waiter came over with coffee. Obviously, I knew who he was. It seemed that Aunt Liu was very considerate in taking care of everything and had thought about everything.

Now I can only wait, staring at the coffee blankly without taking a sip. In fact, I don’t have any hobbies for coffee.

A full hour later, the girl in the photo came, but she was dressed very beautifully and looked a little awkward.

"You are Chen Yi, it's not so good. By the way, do you have a house?" the woman said without hesitation.

"There are houses left by my parents." Chen Yi said honestly.

The woman frowned when she heard this, and then continued, "Do you have a car?"

"No."

"Then how much deposit do you have?"

“Not much.”

"I just want to let my mother go with you and dream. I don't know what my mother thinks, but I actually let me go on a blind date with someone like you. It's a waste of time. Forget it, I won't drink anymore. Let's leave, let's make more money." The woman said without any hesitation, took out the mirror and looked at it, and left without saying a word at all.

Chen Yi naturally didn't stop him. He said so. What's wrong? Even if he lies, he will expose his beauty for a day, so there is no need to hide it. Moreover, from the tone and outfit of this woman, you can know what kind of person he is. He doesn't like this kind of woman. As expected, the reality is cruel, and it is impossible to find his partner so simply.

At this time, Aunt Liu came in and sat down with a look of embarrassment. She was a little difficult to speak, and obviously she saw the process.

"Aunt Liu, don't care. To be honest, I don't like such women. I dress up all day long and look like whatever I want, especially the self-righteous tone. Even if she pretends, it's the same. I will find what I like in the future. Besides, I'm still young now. Really, there's no problem in a few years. Aunt Liu, don't care."

"How can Aunt Liu not care? I didn't expect that she was well-behaved and virtuous when she was at home. I didn't expect that she would change as soon as she came out. I was so blind. What a good person we Xiaoyi is. We will definitely find a more beautiful wife. If there is a suitable one in the future, Aunt Liu will definitely help you pay attention. Of course, you can rest assured. We will definitely tell you after investigation that Aunt Liu will definitely find a good girl."

Chen Yi was really amused and crying when he listened, but he had to agree. He knew Aunt Liu's character and was not easy to refuse.

"Okay, Aunt Liu, then I'll leave first, go shopping first, haven't come out for a long time to stroll."

"Okay, okay, go and go for a walk." After hearing this, Aunt Liu quickly said, what happened today was really embarrassing.

After Chen Yi said 'goodbye', he left the cafe and wandered around the street.

Before I knew it, I came to the old street area, which is a place that specializes in buying and selling antiques and other old objects. It is relatively concentrated. I have come to play with it before, but I also know that the fake technology is quite high now, so just look at it and you don’t need to buy it.

Listening to the stall owners striving to sell their old items to customers, that eloquence is really a waste of talent resources if they don’t become salesmen. I don’t know why they chose this industry. Perhaps they have their own strategies. If they are suitable for this bowl of rice, they don’t know the others. After all, they are not themselves, and they won’t know what is right or wrong.

In the old streets, apart from these street stalls, there are some regular shops, but there is nothing different in essence. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Even these shop owners may be beaten, so this industry needs to be extremely cautious.

He is not interested in these things. If he wants antiques, he has some, but it is not necessary.

This is how life is enjoyable. If you listen to it here, you can relax your mood and relieve your psychological fatigue. It is also beneficial to transfer psychological pressure. However, you can't just touch this person and see it, otherwise you will be even more depressed. As for what to think about picking up for a bargain, forget it. There are not many such things, so why be so sad?

Just as Chen Yi walked to a shop, a man who looked like a migrant worker walked out in dissatisfaction and nagged: "This is my heirloom. How could it be fake? I must have wanted to cheat my heirloom and want me to sell it at a low price, bah."

Chen Yi listened and looked at the store again. It seemed that it was very formal and could not speak nonsense. Is there really something wrong or that they couldn't make up their minds? Out of curiosity, he followed the migrant worker to an antique shop next to him again.

"Why are you here again? I said this is fake. How can there be such a heirloom? Really, take it away." The shop owner immediately said unhappy when he saw that it was him again. Obviously, he had arrived just now and didn't think he was wrong.

"Boss, let's take a look again. Why is my heirloom fake? It must be true, absolutely true."

"If you don't believe it, I can't do anything. Look at what kind of painting this is. It's a scribble. Even if it can be sold for a few dollars, no one will ask for it. You should leave quickly. Don't be too busy here. Don't live a good life. Use a fake painting to deceive people. What's the point? Let's go, people here won't be able to look down on it. Let's go, don't disturb my business."

Chen Yi could see clearly now. The painting was indeed scribbled and painted, as if he had no mind. He sighed in his heart. Should he be so confused? Just when he thought so, the sound made when he saw the painting quilt still on the ground made him keenly feel something was wrong. Rather than saying that it was wrong, the weight and the sound made inside were wrong.

Generally speaking, a painting consists of many layers of paper, which is better to protect the painting or a master's work. Moreover, such materials are actually something that ordinary people can get, which makes him frown. Although he is a little hesitant, he still plans to buy it and try it. Anyway, it won't cost much. Just think it's just to buy one and try it out, and of course it won't go beyond his own range in advance.

The migrant worker had no choice but to pick up the painting and leave. He felt very sad. How could it be fake? It shouldn't be.

"Uncle, you haven't bought this painting yet, but I agreed that I am just an ordinary person and have no business to collect expensive things. Seeing that your scroll paper is not from today, I plan to collect paper and scrolls. If the price is expensive, forget it."

The migrant worker saw Chen Yi, a young man. He knew he was not a rich man after looking at his dress. He looked at the paintings and had already walked into many places. It was like this. What's the use of keeping it? He said, "Okay, since you like it, I'll sell it to you, how much will you pay."

"I don't know the value of this, this one. It's better to ask these shop owners how they are. They should know."

"That's right, they are professionals." Migrant workers had no choice but to sell them, otherwise they would not be worth a penny.

"Little brother, you really want to sell it. This is a worthless thing?" the owner said as he looked.

"Shop owner, I just want to collect some ancient paper. Seeing that the paper in this painting is good, I want to buy it and collect it."

The shop owner also looked at it and said, "This is, the paper used in the Qing Dynasty has been around for hundreds of years, and it is also valuable, but after such scribbling, it has also reduced a lot of value. If you want it, it will be at most a thousand yuan. If you exceed this price, you will lose a little." The shop owner said solemnly.

Chen Yi looked at the migrant worker and said, "What do you think? If there are too many, I won't have the money to buy it."

When the migrant worker heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell it to you, one thousand is only one thousand."

Chen Yi immediately came to the ATM to withdraw 1,000 yuan, completed the transaction, and left the antique street with the painting.

After returning home, I unfolded the painting. After exploring it carefully, I suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed to be a little hollow at the edge. It was just that the method of doing it was very hidden, so it was difficult to find surprise. If it weren't for him feeling keen, I wouldn't have discovered the difference so quickly. Then I took a knife and gently cut it along the hollow part that was easy to exit, revealing the hidden things inside bit by bit, making me even more careful.

Soon, an ancient painting that was two meters long and half a meter wide was drawn. After spreading it out, it immediately revealed its true form.

Soon, I found who made the painting below the screen. On the small seal, I indicated the "Treasure Map of the Alien Garden" and Yan Liben.

Seeing these three words obviously shows everything. They turned out to be famous painting saints in the Tang Dynasty and deified figures of painting.

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Chapter completed!